In China there lived a little man, his name was Ching-a-ling, ching-a- ling, Ching-a-ling Chan, His legs were short, his feet were small, this little man couldn't walk at all. Ching-a-ling, Ching-a-ling, ching-a-ling chan, ride-o, dieg-o, happy man, He rode disco-cordeo, galloping, walloping chine-o Miss Sky-Hi was short and fat, she had money and he had none, Under her window he would go, and play a tune on his little banjo. (chorus) Miss Sky-Hi heard his notes of love, held her wash-board high above Let it fall on Ching-a-ling chan, and that was the last of the China-man.
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